Welcome everyone - if you all remember I had mentioned that I had wanted to do a story of Jou being totally straight and our elusive CEO trying to woo him to the 'dark' side.

Well here it is.

Enjoy my pretties!

The Rave - part one

"Katsuya...Jou...come on, get up." a voice said of the blond man that was currently buried under a mountain of blankets, trying to avoid sunlight.

"Dun wanna" the mumbled voice said and buried his head further into the warm pillow that had been just slightly over his head but now fully buried

"Jou, you need to get up. Class starts in 30 minutes, and I still need to get Ben to the babysitters. 'Togi is gonna pick him up tonight as I have a deposition to notate that is going to take most of the afternoon. So you are going to have to take him from 2-4. 'Togi has a meeting for most of the day, or I would take him to the shop." said voice said to the man buried under the blankets

"Trist...you know I just pulled an all nighter again. I'm tired..." the blond named Jou said to the brunet who had been his best friend and now brother in law since he was in his early teens. Gone was his former 'fin-head' and in its place was soft brown hair that was long in the front but tapered in the back. Age had given it some body, so now it had a slight wave to it making him softer then the former half-back had been given when he was a teen.

"I know, and I normally wouldn't do this to you, but I am in a bind. That corporate case, the one I have been working on, well we got a lead, and I need to get the facts from the witness. That is going to take some time, and I don't want to leave Ben high and dry." Tristan said as his brother in law got up and began wandering around for pants. He was still just in his boxer briefs, that if he wasn't completely in love with Otogi, he would have been highly attractive to the slim blond. How he found the time to work out he didn't know, but his body was build like a swimmer. Fortunately for Jou, he liked his boys soft like Otogi.

Course it could have been his ass long hair as well that Otogi in the ten years since high school had grown completely out and now always ran in near ringlets down his back.

He loved 'Togi's hair.

Coming out of his musings, he could see that he was dressed in his ratty jeans that had definitely seen better days and a t-shirt that had a pic of Yuki Eiri on it. Tristan had once upon a time tried to tell him what the pic really meant, as well as the Kanji symbol on the back but he wouldn't hear of it. His claim - It Fit and it's ME - and so he didn't care. So him and Otogi would giggle at him every time he wore it, and let the rest of the world share in the joke. That the kanji said, "Uke in Disguise" written on the edge of the back of the shirt. Out of the view of the owner of the shirt, but clearly visible

"Fine, but at 3 I have my tutoring." Jou said and then grabbed his wallet and his Death Note bag. He had gotten it customized with the writings of the Death Note rules and the Ryuk's wings with an apple in the middle of it. It was pure black and very well worn.

"That's fine, Ben likes being around you." Tristan said

"Ben likes being around his father." Jou retorted back, still slightly groggy. He usually was in a funk until he had his coffee in the morning, something that the passage of time still had not corrected.

"Ben likes being with the man that raised him. I love my son, but I know you are just as much his father as I am." Tristan said once again rehashing the same conversation that he had with Jou on nearly a monthly basis. He was never bothered by the fact that his best friend had such power over his only child that he would ever have. He loved Jou like his real brother, and like a real brother had stepped up to the plate in a way that still had made him in awe of him.

Just after they had learned Atemu's name, while they were still in Egypt, Serenity had come to visit, to say a final goodbye to the man that had meant so much to her and her brother. The night before that final battle, she had spent the night with Tristan and woke with her virginity gone. While she was upset about it, she had cared for Tristan, who had been still wrestling with his own sexuality. Later she had told Jou that he wasn't completely aware of what he had said during their initiation into the sexual world, but afterward she had helped him get involved with Otogi. By that time she had discovered she was pregnant with Tristan's baby.

And Tristan hadn't been able to see for a week after Jou had gotten through with him. But in the interim, Serenity flourished with both Tristan and Jou doting over her. She and their mother moved back to Domino, and Tristan visited with her every day. Jou by that time had moved away from his father and into the house where he took care of his baby sister during the cravings and the ravings.

Then the night of Ben happened and his world changed overnight.

Overnight he changed from being the expected uncle, into the frantic father figure that left both of them in shock. Shock at his baby sister, barely 14 at the time, dead. And the baby she had given her life to bring into the world suddenly with no mother. Or a grandmother, as she was killed unexpectedly by a hit and run, while taking Ben to the doctors a few months later. He was okay but she didn't survive. Suddenly there was no one around but Tristan, his own parents, and Jou. No one asked, but Jou stepped into the role of Ben's mother figure so quickly and so easily it was a surprise to one and all. Except that the role had unexpected consequences. Ones that their friends never anticipated.

At nearly seventeen, Jou had to leave school to be a parent full time. It wasn't a choice made easy, and the school was no help at all to him. Their opinion was that it was not his responsibility and for his and Tristan's sake, they should give up the baby to 'someone' else who was 'better' equipped to raise it. After the shouting match of the century by Jou, he left the school with no regrets.

Save one.

Not saying goodbye to Kaiba.

At least that was what Jou told himself as he left the house that morning, thinking once again about the past. It was his usual musings, thinking about Seto Kaiba, as he headed to his favourite cafe The Botticelli. It was an interesting cafe, that he had always been a bit hesitant in bringing Ben to the cafe. But the urge to give him some culture that otherwise he would never be able to afford, discouraged any reluctance, and he was pleasantly shocked that his nephew gleefully went to one of the frescoes in it and traced the shell of the Botticelli angel that was in there. The entire interior was done with some of the paintings of the great fresco artist and they served only Italian coffees.

Now after 5 years of coming here, it was one of his favourite places to be and often they were more then happy to pseudo baby-sit him while he studied. Most of the workers loved Ben's attention to detail and often gave a great many details to the life of the artist, as he had studied everything there was to know about it. There were times that both he and Tristan worried about Ben's serious nature but he was so much like Serenity in his wonder that they would melt instead of trying to direct him. Fortunately for his 'parents' he was not a fighter like his uncle or father, but a pacifist like his mother.

Though in all fairness to himself, he couldn't remember the last time he had raised his voice in anger, like he used in high school. Though he was glad he had remembered what sleep had been like, as little Benoit or Ben, as his nickname became, had been much like himself as a baby. Always hungry, and never satisfied. It was a wonder he had gotten any sleep in the first two years of his nephew's life, but he would not have traded it for all the world. Because when he was asleep, he could see his baby sister in his small face. The little nose he had and those cherubic lips of his, when he gurgled in his sleep. Thinking about his nephew always made him happy and it was with those thoughts that he entered into the cafe and inhaled the intoxicating scents of the coffee and the hint of creme vanilla that always permeated in the cafe.

As he came over to his favourite chair he heard the door chime again as another customer came in. One he did not expect to ever see again.

--(0)--

Seto was still a bit frazzled from the few days earlier. In a very public manner, he had outed himself, tired of the constant media hassles and tired of hiding. In nearly 30 years of life, 20 of them hiding, he was tired of it and wanted some peace and quiet. Now that he was older, and had been running Kaiba Corp for so long, the board was more forgiving and better established.

Or so he thought until making the declaration of his gender preference.

He had never expected the backlash from not only his board but his 24 year old brother. While he knew Mokuba still loved him, he wasn't speaking to him either. Which hurt him more. Fortunately the board had stopped calling for his head and his job, and finally calmed down long enough to weather what storms may come from his future relationships.

If only they knew who he wanted...

Course he wasn't stupid enough to tell them that he had lusted and loved a high school drop-out.

Yeah...

That would have gone over well.

Coming into those thoughts he saw the shop that his new secretary had recommended to him when he had told her he had wanted a GOOD cup of coffee. You would think that his secretaries would have gotten used to his dark moods by now, but no...they would never learn and this new one, cowering in the chair and squeaked out the name of this cafe and gave him directions in a mousy manner. He smirked all the way down the hall as he could still feel her shivering in fear at her desk.

'God it is good to be me' Seto thought all the way down the street from Kaiba Corp. It was strange, being back in Japan after all those years away in America, taking care of the Duelist Kingdom that he had created with Mokuba. He currently had left him taking care of the mechanics of the school, leaving himself free to explore his options. After 11 years of not seeing Jou, he could still though picture in his mind, his golden puppy. The gorgeous blond highlights that literally sparkled in the sun, the eyes that were windows to a soul that was nearly starving, and a body that every Italian painter would have delivered their immortal soul, just for the option to paint him, and immortalize him forever.

12 years of knowing Jou, and to this day no one else came close to the feelings that he had for the delicious blond. Every waking and sleeping moment had always garnered the thought 'Would he like that?' or 'This would suit him so well' to the sleep plagued thoughts of driving into him and what he would look like when he came. He had tried to drown out those feelings with others, but all his bought boys could not give him what he needed. His golden puppy writhing in esctasy. So for 12 years he had thought of him and suffered for it.

As he got closer, he could see a shell hanging from one of the buildings and as he came up to it, could smell the coffee. Closing his eyes, he drank in the smell relishing the taste of it in his senses. As he opened the door he came inside and was surprised to see the decor of the fresco paintings on the walls. He had never seen a cafe like it and was pleasantly surprised to see it.

But nothing compared to the shock of seeing his golden treasure right beside him, his blond hair streaming down his back, and a coffee in hand.